Enough

And so, week 3 of online college, work-at-home, and social distancing ends. Our home life is a bit of a ballet, each of us flowing from room to room throughout the day, giving each other attention and space in equal measures. Coming together. Staying away. Except for my morning bleaching of this and that; my…

Peace in the garden

I am back in my garden most days now. It’s my shelter-in-place place during the coronavirus crisis, and a place of peace for me. It’s also where I’ve been rejuvenating my food-growing efforts since I was expecting my departure for Peace Corps Uganda in June to be delayed and I didn’t want to miss the…

Peace Corps and coronavirus UPDATED

Peace Corps update — From what I understand, Peace Corps Volunteers have been sent home from China and the new Philippines group has been delayed six months, both due to coronavirus. (The China program, in general, has been ended going forward, due to other reasons.) Non-essential travel for all current Peace Corps Volunteers (worldwide) is…

Making headway

Every day I make a little more headway. Here I am with my new rechargeable head lamp, which I’ll be using in Africa for the next two years after the sun sets at 6:30 pm each evening (possibly to even continue writing this blog). I tried it already to walk in the heavy fog up…

The next chapter

I came home from my eldercare emergency in south Florida to torrential rain and then a beautiful morning of snow — which is a maybe-once-a-year fluffy joy here in metro Atlanta where everyone stays home (unless, of course, it’s a repeat of Snowpocalypse*, which this one wasn’t) and the streets are temporarily safe for playing…

Meet Justine

As I’m about to start my “onboarding” tasks (another portal!) for Peace Corps Uganda that will determine the region of country to which I’m assigned, I met today with Justine Okello,  a fellow League of American Bicyclists Cycling Instructor classmate who is a native Ugandan. I wanted to discuss bikes/Uganda so I could better understand…

Like a mantra

I’m wearing the bracelet my friend Mindy gave me just about every day now. It’s helping keep me in the moment and in the hands of my God. It’s reminding me to allow the tsunami of things that are coming at me right now one after the other to happen, without judgment, and to see…

Truth? I’m scared.

Truth? I’m scared to death. I am leaving everyone and everything I know to live in a village in Africa without running water and electricity for two years. And at 56 years old, with 30 years of marriage and a comfortable house in suburbia, that’s asking a lot. But with the world in crisis and the…